A bored housewife jousts at windmills, pokes fun at everything from leg wax to Miss Manners.
My thoughts are huddled together like cavemen during a thunderstorm. They are all in the back of the cave next to a rendering of a bison who has been poked with so many spears that he resembles a porcupine, and they do not want to come out. What I do when I write usually feels …
I’ve had a headache for three days. Anyone know what the record for that is? That’s why I haven’t been posting. It hurts to think. By the way, I’m going to try to give up diet drinks, since they can cause migraines. I hate regular soft drinks, so I’ll be drinking a lot of orange …
Surreal. I didn’t know the definition of that word at the time. I was only in first grade. But, when I look back on being physically and emotionally abused by a dwarf in a habit, that is the first word that leaps to my mind. Her name was Sister James Albert. Don’t ask me why …
My sixth grade teacher, Ms. Brown, earned my eternal respect and admiration by scaring me practically to death. Keep in mind that my mom rarely let me watch scary movies. This may have had something to do with the fact that I was very prone to nightmares. It’s likely she didn’t want to give me …
Mimi Smartypants made me giggle. She obviously shares my love of penguins and The Purple One. Her weblog is a worthy read.
My Easy Cheese expired on May 24, 2002. No memorial service was held. I didn’t even know it was sick until I tried to squeeze some onto a potato chip and the first four inches were dried out. I’m not exaggerating about this. I had to call Nabisco to find out when it had died, …